Once lived in a very respectable street in a new build "exclusive luxury" flat.
One of the neighbours was a working professional but had a 20 something son "David" who was extremely sketchy and somewhat off the rails (in and out of prison). David had an even sketchier best mate "Julian".
Julian had fallen out with his wife and wanted to move in with David. David's mum very sensibly refused. Julian therefore decided to move a disgusting beaten up caravan into our street's car park and promptly moved into it.
Julian was tall (around 6ft 4) and was very wirey. Long greasy hair, sullen caved in long horse like face. Not in any way attractive. He would emerge from his caravan daily around noon with just a tiny towel preserving his modesty and make his way over to David's flat to shower.
The local residents were utterly aghast at all this drama. It was the talk of the street. They were all very well to do people (oprah singers, doctors and such likes). To be honest I found their reaction to all this hilarious.
Complaints were made to the council however they didn't want to know as it was a privately owned street.
However, this all changed when I mentioned in passing to one of the neighbours that I'd had the misfortune of seeing Julian emerge from his caravan earlier that morning and urinate against the door. Yes - you read that right - he urinated against the door of his own caravan!
Well! It's seems that was the way to get rid of him. Environmental health were informed and they promptly put posters all over the caravan advising him that he was breaking some law or other and was ordered to vacate by X date or they would remove his caravan and impound it.
Julian was FURIOUS when he saw the notices. He got a hammer and smashed up his caravan exclaiming, "If I can't have it none of you fuckers can have it either!".
I assume he went back to his wife as I saw him weeks later visiting David with her.
Environmental health got rid of the manky caravan.